作曲 : Brad Cook/Justin Vernon/Joe Westerlund/Phil Cook/Christopher Porterfield/Brian Moen
Bones
Lying in a trunk at the foot of my bed
And always open to show me that they're stilldead
And everyday it's harder still
I am flooded and unfilled
Pain
I'm good with the ways there are to erase
And I'm pancaked on the floor, you can't seemy face
'Cause it's buried like the moon
Sober mornings come too soon
...
Bruise
It's coming to the surface like the vessel
It's been hidden for so long, you are the trestle
That's there to hoist me up
Now this world without you is ****ed
Skin
And it's warm enough to hold you and keep you breathing
But it locks me out and makes me lose my needing
And how long to be alone?
How long will I carry these bones?
...
And I'm so far from not caring
And I'm so far from not caring
And I'm so far from not caring
And I'm so far from not caring
And I'm so far from not caring
And I'm so far from not caring
And I'm so far from not caring
And I'm so far from not caring